Is that correct?” Mrs. Taylor asked softly.I simply nodded, giving the occasional sniff and sob as I tried desperately to calm myself from what had ...appened earlier.“And you received the ruler because you asked to move seats, thereby messing up Auntie Louise’s alphabetical seating plan,” Wendy continued.Again, I nodded in response.“And, when I asked about which teachers you fantasized about, Auntie Louise was one of them. In fact, ladies, Peter said that he wanted to see her breasts and feel. The kid felt somehow detached from himself, almost as if he were watching himself from some far-off place. ‘I dint sass you.’ The boy said, barely able to breathe. His accent was unabashedly Southern. ‘You ast’ me what I was doin’ in the dry room and I tol’ you. Mama tol’ me to get the bleach powder and scrub out the tub ‘fore she got home.’ ‘Don’t you talk back to me, boy.’ The man barked, holding the stovewood up to strike the boy again. ‘I done tol’ you to quit pickin’ on me!’ The kid. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a flight attendant coming down the aisle with a drink cart and he stopped fingering her although by the look he got as she passed he assured himself that she knew what he and Mary were doing. The cart now well past their row he started back on her pussy, one finger now rubbing on her clit until he felt her body shudder with an orgasm. She squeezed her legs tightly together trapping his hand then she sat up and leaned over and kissed his cheek. The kissing. I know most men would love to be able to do that to a woman. The no strings attached quickie. Eventually, we figured out that my husband wanted to see other men live out the fantasies he never could. He wanted to live vicariously through them. It felt unreal, like a dream come true for me also. I was going to get to have sex with other men and it was going to be ok with my husband! I love it that I have a husband that will let other men live explicitly through me. I wanted to see all of his.